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Goddess of my Awakening dawn. Let me observe your illuminated skin, the divine and sacred scroll on which God wrote my mysteries.

Your golden follicles, the infinite world light receptors and creation, are the crowns on the letters of the Holy alphabet noted on your wonderful body.

Your nakedness is esoteric and when you gently Spending my eyes, revealest your sphinxes, angelic hieroglyphs are the notes in the score sung by Serafim.

Goddess of the dawn of my awakening. Your lips are the divine Edenic sources of heavenly delight. Your kisses are horseback riding chariot igneous creatures, souls sparks coming through my mouth to rest in my spirit. What could be more sacred than emerjantes kisses of your mouth? What could be more divine than your beauty and the light of your sensuality? Es, therefore, the object of my poetry, awakened in my mind the esoteric view of your magnificent *******.

Goddess of my Awakening dawn, Princess Christed rof aurora of my soul. Kiss me and make me your scribe, the immortal annotator of your mystical sensuality.
Esotérika II - The Poetry Of The Wakening by Deepak Sankara Veda
K Mae Dec 2013
Moedernacht, Modranicht
Night of Mother Earth
birthing Christed humankind
new strain of cosmic worth
Earthened Spirit rich with Darkness
Now Enlightened Dance
Rejoice the Yule, Creations jewel
for Soul's deliverance
Fascinated by the ancient ways of devotion, Christian overlays, finding expanding resonance today.
Eureka Merton Dec 2017
In Joy we are united,
and invited
to untie
the knots between us.

Her Joyful hands
are ours in this world;
and Love is the Will
in which nothing, save thought
separates us from true
being.

His Christed feet
are ours in this world;
and Quiet Peace is the sound
each step makes

His footsteps are
like a drum
our Soul dances to
in Holy Passion

The Child eternal
Raised by the Divine Mother and Father
(Rise child, rise!)
falls into the escasy of Their Love

Shining the Light of the illuminated I

for what else could be, the nature or will
of the One birthed in the Heavens
of the fathers Peace,
and mothers Joy

where thine heart and eye are One
A Poem celebrating the Divine Child and our eternal Oneness with The Divine Mother/Father
Onoma Sep 2019
Christed passion's

culled from air--

how breath becomes

vital.

I Am its writing on

the sky blue ceiling--

the span of her lungs,

(faithful prodigal).

lighting significant

eyes of meaning.
Onoma Feb 2019
consciousness

is like Christed-selfies

gone super viral.
Onoma Nov 2020
an ambrosial garden

giving off remembrances...

the whole lot of seasons to

lifetimes.

scents that trip the turn of a

bloodstone to its inward sun.

the let-go of paradises Christed

to their consciousness, married

to otherness--then no other.

first the feeling of having been

there, then that feeling relieved

of having been anywhere.

— The End —